Saturday, August 9, 2014

I captured the invader on camera.
I went out to do some weeding in the garden. The weather wasn't so cold out in the sun with no breeze blowing down the street.
I came in for the bucket, and mop, to wash some dust off of the car.
A fluttering movement in the lounge room caught my eye. There he sat on the photos. The Butcher Bird had let himself into the house looking for someone to feed him. Or her.
I grabbed my camera from the table to take a photo. Then I had to encourage him outside with food before it pooed, or knocked down some of the breakables.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The farmer also grows Dragon fruit. The way they are grown was interesting to see. Dragon fruit is suppose to be full of Vitamin C. The inside is different. Some are white flesh with poppy seed size black seeds. He had other which were red, and yellow, inside. They are grown on a cactus plant.

He had a few cows.

And he showed us a prickly weed. Can't remember the name but it is full of large spokes. It gets a little ball on the stem which is full of prickles. The plant is very hard to get rid of. The tap root grows to over a metre into the ground. It is spread on the wind once the ball opens. Or dropped in the animal manure.

Once I have set this to upload, I'm headed outside to find some heat from the sun. The house is freezing. The muscles are aching. I need a warmer place to work. That way. I might get more work done. I suppose, if I had a laptop, I'd be able to follow the movement of the sun around the yard, unless the breeze was sneaking around the corners.

There were 22 of us on the bus. We left here around eight for the long drive out into the hilly country to reach the farm.

The owner had set up a tent, tables, and chairs, for us to have morning tea there once we had visit with all the Alpacas. He talked about them, and the wool they produce. The awards he's recent'y one at his last showing of the animals. We were allowed to pat them.

The first question I was asked when I said where I'd been was, "Did they spit at you?"

No. The animals were very well behaved. The owner treated them like family members.